When you fall again
And remember a strange place
When the conscience is ready,
And the memory is pure as a bride,
Already behind the canopy there is no secret,
And all that is so valuable - by chance!
Accidentally? No chains forged,
Even before the birth of the poor thing,
The spinner of life was told
Let it be more unhappy than a mongrel,
Let him whine from the cold, howl,
But he can fall in love with a dog,
They don't need to interfere, it's not worth it,
The road became a fork.
What will he choose? The gods don't know
Your will is not subject to them,
They only send fate
And it is unlikely that fate is beautiful!
But, by the way ... Dare! No need to howl!
Live! Soon there will be a reward!